owner of the temptress, enchantress, the clairvoyant, and sigyn.
The Blip?
THE TEMPTRESS evangeline r. reed
played by angelina jolie & alexa demie
best paired with: clint barton
“how am i supposed to know if you love me, the real me, or if you just wanna fuck me?”
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THE ENCHANTRESS marilyn m. ford
played by megan fox & cara delvigne
best paired with: james buchanan barnes
“she’s walked this earth for a very long time and will likely be here when we’re all gone.”
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THE CLAIRVOYANT katherine g. baudelaire
played by michelle tractenburg & leighton meester
best paired with: bruce banner
“i’m the safest, most psychotic bitch in the city.”
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SIGYN victoria d. edmund
played by margot robbie & sabrina carpenter
best paired with: loki laufeyson
“different name, same bitch.”
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THE FAIRY bloom peters
played by renata valliulina &
best paired with: steve rogers
“what is to give light, must endure burning.”
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Tony Stark: Feedback: Janet Jackson
Steve Rogers: Protect My Heart
Everything I post is still under major editing, I’m really slow when it comes to piecing eveything together in marvel, plus I have three other accounts that I run. So please be patient with me!
Hi guys, I know it’s been a longggg time since I last posted, but I was wandering if anyone wanted to be added to a taglist (and you could pick all or just one/two/three characters you’d want to be tagged in)
She was a walking beauty. Everywhere she went, it was like the sky cleared of grey, flowers would form in her footsteps. Bees and butterflies buzzed at her head, and to some that would be scary or annoying, but to Victoria, those were her very best friends.
The whole town had considered her family to be a bit aloof. Afterall, the child had been placed inside a basket on their door step. No one in town could understand who the baby had come from. No one had been pregnant one day and then not the next, it had to have been an outsider. The town they lived in was small, and a little off the trails. Whomever had placed the baby there, did it for a reason.
That on it's own made the family look a little strange. Then, their farm suddenly was healthy over night. The Edmund's became the talk of the town. Fresh apples of every color, the greenest grapes, rows and rows of fresh strawberries. In the autumn, every single planted pumpkin was sprouted, healthy as can be. No one had put the pieces together that Victoria had been the saving grace to their tiny town for years. Until Victoria grew to the walking age, as she passed through her families garden, almost every wilted flower had raised high to the sky, full of life once again. Magic, it was pure magic. Once in the people in the town realized there was something a bit different about Victoria, they knew they needed to keep her safe. There were terrible people in the world, and her life was safe while in her hometown, plus her being there brought healthy foods to the kids, it was a win-win situation for everyone.
Loud, obnoxious snoring. You'd think it'd belong to a man, but no. The soft head of blonde hair was hidden underneath piles of pillows and blankets as if she were The Sleeping Beauty herself. Amelia, her step mother, stood in the doorway watching as her little angel had slept. Amelia sighed to herself as her husband, and Victoria's step father turned the corner to their daughter's room, and wrapped his arms around his wife. "She's all grown up now." Amelia whispered, even though they both knew their daughter had been a very deep sleeper. "I know. Where have the years gone?" Bobby pecked his wife on the cheek before turning to make coffee in the kitchen for his daughter and wife.
Amelia admired her daughter for some time after her husband left. They hadn't been able to have kids in their early adult years, and the further Amelia aged, she realized having a child of her own was impossible. She was almost 45 at the time, it's been 20 years since then, and in her 60's, she's been flourishing a bit. It was obvious that having a child around made them feel youthful. It helped a lot in the gardens too, they didn't have to put so much effort into the farm as long as Victoria wandered around, watering and singing her songs.
Amelia let out a gentle sigh, grabbing a pillow from Victoria's bedrooms couch, and walked over to her daughter. "Sorry Victoria." Amelia mumbled before whacking her in the face. Victoria shot up, reaching out to grab the pillow. "Mom!" Victoria shouts, whacking her mother in the shoulder back. "I called you to come downstairs an hour ago. You're going to be late for your flight." Victoria rubbed her eyes, sleep still burring her vision before she froze. "Why didn't you wake me up any sooner!" Victoria shouted, falling out of her bed and stumbling over to her closet where she pulled out the outfit she planned on wearing during the plane ride. It was a simple white knit sweater and black leggings. "I tried. You're a heavy sleeper you know. I have no idea how you're going to be able to live alone."
"I won't be alone." Victoria explained to her mother as she packed away the last of her belongings. There were some thing's she was just going to buy in New York, like a toothbrush and soap, hairbrush. Victoria then pulled out a hairtie and wrapped it up into a bun. Amelia picked up her legs from the ground as Victoria then climbed under the bed and pulled out her duffle bag and suitcase. "I know, you'll have that boss of yours."
"Katherine is my friend mother, not just my boss. She wants to take a leap for Stark Industries and learn about plants and whatever."
"Yes, her."
Kat had found out about the small town in Oklahoma, and realized there was something special there. Victoria. She contacted her and offered her a small position as her shadow, and part time partners to get a better understanding of a few thing's about Victoria. That small part she hadn't told her parents. Yes, she was going to help Stark Industries be better for the environment, but she was also going to be learning about her own powers. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark were going to help. Amelia set her legs back down on the floor when Victoria had grabbed all her belongings. "I just wish you wouldn't go. We need you here now more than ever."
"I know mom, but maybe when I come back I'll have learned a thing or two and I can help the community even more." the two shared a somber look. Victoria had been both excited and scared to depart from her parents. Their old age had been a constant worry in her brain ever since she knew what death was. She was terrified of leaving and either of her parents dying while she was away. They were both in great health though, and Victoria couldn't sit around waiting forever for them to pass, at their rate, they were invincible, impenetrable. Nothing could happen to them. By the time one or both could pass, her whole life could have flashed before her eyes. As much as she loves Oklahoma, there's always a time and place when you've reached the age where you need to go out and explore everything for yourself.
"I'm gonna go put these in the car. You wanna set up my breakfast?" Victoria asked fondly, staring at her mother. They hadn't really looked alike, she nor her father shared a resemblance. Although the girl hadn't ever noticed or cared, she always knew they hadn't shared the same blood. Without even saying anything, the parents knew that Victoria was aware she wasn't theirs biologically, genetically. But Victoria was theirs emotionally, physically, and in every way that actually mattered.
She often admired the way her mother's hair grayed, a few flecks of white to add in colors. All the brown in her hair had faded. Her eyes though, still green and shining. They held a little mischief, and motherly worrying. "I can do that." Amelia nodded, standing up with a moment's assistance of Victoria. The older woman made her way downstairs while Victoria took turns carrying her bags down the stairs to the car.
The airport was about two and a half hours away from where the Edmund's lived, but with Victoria's luck, never once had she been late, and that included today. All her luggage had been checked in, except for the carry on bag at her hip. Her father, had one arm wrapped around Amelia, and admired his daughter.
He knew they weren't blood related, but he could see himself in his daughter. Her wild hair that wasn't compliant no matter what Victoria tried. She was brave, and kind, optimistic, a little too care free. It was everything he was when he was a child, it was who he was when he fell in love with Amelia. All Bobby had ever wanted for his only child was to find true love, even if it meant she had to leave home. Bobby had always been a wild child, but once he found Amelia, who was soft, a little bit more quiet and orderly, she still had this mischievous tone to her that caught his eye. They had a lot of fun in their teenage years, but when they finally settled down it was like Bobby was on a leash and the only one who could reel him in properly was Amelia. Amelia gave him purpose, set him on the right track. Bobby just wanted Victoria to find her purpose, someone to love her and give her everything she deserves. "You nervous?" Amelia broke the silence and Victoria shrugged. "I haven't been on a plane in years." the only time the family had gone on a trip, it was the first spring into summer season when all the flowers and fruits were growing in so healthy, the whole place was shocked at the outcome. Victoria had been maybe five or six at the time, her powers finally getting strong. The family had gained so much money that season, they had been able to afford a short trip to Louisiana to visit Amelia's twin sister, Lorelai. They had taken a plane, and it was still a pretty big memory in Victoria's mind, all these years later.
She had sat in the window seat, watching as the ground below her got smaller, but larger at the same time. More earth being shown to her. It was beautiful watching fields turn to towns, to cities, then back to fields, and then a town again as they flew. Though this wasn't the first time in the sky, she was rather nervous because she'd be doing it alone. There was a lot she was going to be doing alone for the next six months. "But no, I'm not nervous." Victoria grasped her shoulder bag between her fingers, adjusting it before it slipped. "I'm more excited than I thought I'd be." Amelia and Bobby both nod in understanding. "I just hate leaving you both behind."
"Oh honey." Amelia pulled herself away from her husband and took Victoria into her arms instead. "You're not leaving us behind. We can call honey bee. Plus, we can come visit, you can come visit. Nothing in this world can keep us apart for long. i won't let it." Victoria lets out a sigh as she lets her mother embrace her. She breathes in her scent, fresh lavender, coffee, and sometimes sweet lemons. It was a scent that Victoria had grown used to during her childhood, and brought her many memories, some memories she felt were more dream like and couldn't believe to be true.
Visions of her running through gardens, someone behind her. Even though in the back of her mind, the idea of being chased felt scary, she also was calmed.
With a shuddering breath, and tears coating her water line, Victoria pulled off and pulled her dad in too. After saying goodbye, Victoria parted from her parents and boarded the plane.
The ride was interesting, smooth, but interesting. A couple crying and whining kids, a couple arguing behind her. To most, this would be seen as annoying, but to Victoria it reminded her of humanity. That this is what it really means to be alive. All the people in the plane were going on an adventure. They were all strangers going to the same place for one reason or another. Even as she stared out the window, she couldn't help but feel like going to New York was the best decision for her. There was something about the big apple that was going to be life changing. Maybe it was someone else on the plane? Maybe it was someone in the city. Maybe something?
The plane lands and Victoria steps off the plane steps with her bag in hand, and then follows the rest of the crowd. Katherine Baudelaire was supposed to be greeting her with Bruce Banner. The Incredible Hulk. She had admired The Hulk from her home in Oklahoma. He was an incredibly smart man, and was now working with people just as smart as him, such as Tony Stark. Even this reality felt like a dream.
Eventually, she came into contact with her duffle and suitcase, and then called Katherine so they could meet up somewhere. Victoria's phone had barely run for a millisecond before Katherine answered. "Hi love, I am so sorry. We got a bit caught up with the..." Katherine's voice filtered through the speakers before being cut off by a much deeper, more masculine voice. "Traffic!" Victoria giggled into the back of her hand. "Yes traffic. We'll be arriving shortly. Go ahead and grab a coffee, take a seat, relax. We'll be there shortly alright?" Katherine continued and Victoria nodded, pulling her belongings off towards the closest cafe. "I don't mind waiting."
"Good because- Bruce stop! You know what, I'll call you when we're closer. Bye Victoria." the two girls hang up the phone and Victoria laughs to herself. Victoria had only been on the phone with Katherine a couple of times since Katherine had reached out with the proposition. Since their first phone call, Victoria knew that Katherine was a very interesting girl, and their most recent call only made that more apparent. Katherine seemed like she was a lot of fun. She had lived in New York her entire life, so it was the perfect first ever friend that Victoria could have ever made, someone who knew all the good secret spots of New York, someone who could show Victoria what it meant to live.
She sat at the only empty table with only a medium iced caramel macchiato and her favorite book to keep her company. She had only been sitting at the counter for maybe ten minutes when Katherine plopped down beside her. "We gotta run, I've got Bruce parked out front." She grabbed my purse, book and coffee while I grabbed my carry on, duffle and suitcase. "The security aren't too happy." Kat says as we walk quickly through the airport towards the front entrance. I glance at her sideways. "You sure he's not gonna hulk out or anything?" I questioned and she froze, glancing back at me. We both take off in a run towards the entrance, she flies ahead and pushes the door open. Bruce stands outside the car, waving his hands around wildly as he argues with two security guards. I pause, just needing a moment to take it all in. Just a few hours ago, my life was goats and apple picking. Now it's cityscapes and traffic.
"Victoria!"
I snap out of it and head down to Katherine, who had opened up the back door and tossed my thing's inside. She had also grabbed my duffle and suitcase at some point. I walk down the last few steps and get into the car. Katherine pushes against Bruce's chest, pushing him against the car to the passenger seat. The security aren't having any of it, but Bruce is able to push threw them and get into the seat as Katherine gets into the drivers seat. I'm sure my arrival to Stark Industries will be the talk of the town.
I mean, it's not like the logo isn't literally plastered on the side. Or that the license plate didn't say Stark in all caps. I can already see it now.
"Avenger, Bruce Banner and partner in crime Katherine Baudelaire used a Stark Industries vehicle to illegally park in front of the New York Airlines airport to pick up a woman by the name of Victoria Edmund. While Miss Baudelaire was inside getting Miss Edmund, the scientist Bruce Banner, also known as The Hulk, was getting rather handsy with a few security guard who were only trying to do their job."
"Exactly that Jolene! All this proves that the Avengers just do what they want, they just think they're so much better than everyone else with all their fancy gadgets and gizmos and tech."
"You okay there Victoria?"
I snap out of it and look up at Katherine, who seemed a lot more calm now. "What?"
"I said are you okay?" Bruce turned around in his seat, smiling softly. His glasses were a bit tipped sideways on the bridge of his nose. I leaned forward and pushed his glasses back into its spot. "I'm fine."
"Okay great, cause unfortunately that isn't all the excitement you're going to be seeing for the next few months." I sighed and leaned against the door after Bruce turned around again. I stared out the window, not having the heart to respond. I just hope I learn something about me, who I am, where I came from. Maybe there isn't anything special about me at all, and it's just a coincidence. "Where do you wanna go first? Your apartment or the lab."
"My apartment please. I want to get everything sorted before I start working." Katherine nods and changes lanes. "We live in the same apartment unit. I had to make sure of that so I could keep an eye on you. Plus, there's a great clothing store around the corner. Pretty cheep stuff too if you're into thrifting-" Katherine babbles on for a while, and I hum and nod like I'm listening but I'm not really listening to her. I know it probably made me come off as rude, but I was just tired from the plane ride. Bruce talks too, taking up some of my absent talking spaces. I think they have a little something in between them, I'll just have to ask Katherine about that a little while later when we're finally alone.
warning: as usual, Mary's intense. Some forms of torture, fighting, depression, anxiety, eating disorders.
BEFORE
I had been asleep when the men came. It was hot and too bright, my head pounding. I was dehydrated, hungry, exhausted. The only time I ever found peace was in my sleep but that didn't even get to last long. The key sliding into the lock made me stir. I pulled myself against the wall, nail marks and blood stain the concrete from my failed attempts to escape. The only thing to occupy my time was staring out the keyhole, or staring at the camera in the far left on the top. I enjoyed watching the red light blink. Somedays, I even heard voices. Who's are unknown. There's a witch who's lived inside my brain for years and we can communicate. I hear her in whispers. The voices can be hers, it can be imaginary. I don't know what is to be worse, imaginary voices are hearing her speak to me. The door slides open with a lingering groan of metal echoing around the room. Three men walk in, ordering me around in German. When they took me in, I hadn't spoken any other language, and when I didn't do what they wanted they'd beat me. Fist, equipment, it didn't matter. Luckily, the enchantress in my brain had been around long enough and quickly adapted to translating everything for me, she knew just about every language. She told me herself.
Get up. She whispered. Get the fuck up.
The men shouted, grabbing me up by my arms, pulling me to my feet. "No, no please no more." I sobbed, using what little energy I had to try and free myself. A slap stings my cheek, head whipping backwards before that same hand grips my cheeks, forcing us to look at each other. He's mean and ugly, and often the one who enjoys beating me the most. I always hear his sinister laughter. It's invaded my dreams. Shut the fuck up. He spits on my cheek, shoving me foreword again. Today is your lucky day little bird, we're going to put our two strongest soldiers together and see who comes out on top.
"No." I shake my head, pulling back once more, but the guy grabs onto my hair, pulling me down the hallway with him. Every hallway looks the same, and even if I could escape, where would I go? I'm too weak to make it outside the walls, even with the enchantresses help. I'm yanked into a metal room, sleek and shiny with scary tools on one table. They all seem to be needles, but the tears blurring my vision keeps me from fully understanding what's happening. I'm thrown onto the metal table, arms and legs strapped down. I can't even turn into the enchantress if I wanted too, it's too bright in here, too hot. She's crawling around inside my body like a virus, trying to find a way to escape. She ends up curling around herself like a kicked puppy and just sleeps. Pinches in both my arms tell me I'm being injected with something. Another serum, another thing that'll possibly kill me. I hope it does this time.
To my unfortunate luck, it's just medicine to help me regain my strength that they've lacked in supplying. Vitamins I haven't even heard of. I always hoped they inject me with too much, that it'll over ride my systems and send me into shock. Can regular vitamins even do that? I doubt it. I'm sure my body would just absorb it all. God knows I need it.
The next few minutes go by in a blur, hands, shouting. I just comply. They leave me standing in some sort of room. Metal barriers all around us, people, men, stand by with clip boards and take notes. Without the help of the men supporting me, I drop to my knees. It isn't long before I'm being grabbed to stand again. If you kneel again, we'll break your legs. So I stand. The lights above us flicker. Some sort of power surge I assume. They only do that when I turn into her. Other reasons are unknown to me, but this whole facility probably eats away at power sources all the time.
I too notice that it's cold, cold enough too see my breath. I breathe in the frozen air like it's a lifeline. I feel so alive. Goosebumps cover my skin, but it doesn't even penetrate deep enough to send a shiver. Rain, snow, none of it even bothers me anymore. I pant out softly, watching my breaths dissipate in the air. I'm so used to warm temperatures. I feel the color come back to my face, and I feel so much healthier, so much more awake then I ever have in my entire life. It's like I was a toy that had once run on batteries, or a wind up. Eventually, they'll just toss me back into my concrete cage and I'll simmer down to blistering.
The metal gates open across from me. I wonder who they're making me go against now. Sometimes, I have to battle these people. Some stronger than others, most I end up killing. Well, not me. Her. He has long hair, tall too. He stands at attention like a soldier. The man beside me introduces us. This is The Winter Soldier, and she is The Enchantress. The men who brought us in leave, and the time begins. Neither of us are given any weapons, however he's got metal on his arm, a bright red star on his upper shoulder, and a glare that could kill. If it hadn't been for my medication and the freezing conditions, I might be worried.
He stalks towards me, but I slip away. I grip onto the metal bars for a moment, I hadn't expected him to come forward so quickly. Someone bangs on the metal, shooing me away. I let go of the metal bars and walk to the other side of the room, also dodging The Winter Soldier again. He's faster than I anticipated. He's on me in a heartbeat, lodging me under him and on the floor. His hand, that isn't the metal, wraps around my neck, choking me. Before he can even raise his fist to attempt at a punch, I close my eyes, letting out the whisper that's cursed my life. "Enchantress."
I can hear the lights flickering and I breathe in, falling into a sleep like daze. I let her take over for the rest of the fight, this isn't my fight, it's hers now. I can watch through my own eyes, but it isn't my brain in charge. A cloud of smoke envelop us and she flips him over, stronger than anything he's ever faced. His eyes widen in shock at the change, losing his balance and letting us flip him onto his back. The temptress crawls over him, ever so slowly. Like a spider stalking it's prey. She presses two fingers to his forehead, bringing him into her trap. He too seems to fall into a daze. It's a trance, and it's addictive like drugs. It's warm like a hung, and melodic like a song. His eye's droop shut. "Sleep..." and then he's out.
NOW
The Blip ; Year Two
Sadness. Darkness.
The days rolled by on and on like a never ending loop. Every day felt the same. I'd wake up, or maybe, the feeling of being alone left me so empty I hadn't slept a wink. I'd get up, I'd get dressed, I'd work with Natasha. Sometimes we'd have meetings, sometimes I'd help her fight off losers committing petty crimes. We shared stories of the people we lost. Her sister Yelena was probably the biggest loss for her. Tony Stark, being another huge loss. These people, I hadn't ever gotten the chance to meet, but still, I could feel the mark they left on the world. I talked about who I lost, my very best friend. Someone I hadn't expected to get close to, but he meant the world to me. My James.
Everyone called him Bucky, but to me, it felt off. I knew I had the right to call him whatever I wanted, but James seemed to fit us more. I think he liked being called by his name too, rather than his nickname. It reminded him of simple times.
I had left Wakanda as soon as I realized James wasn't coming back. It was my first time in the real world since coming to Wakanda, and it felt like I didn't belong. James deserved to be here much more than I did. I had my own room, right next to Natasha. I had even gotten the chance to meet James' best friend, Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. He never really stayed long, always trying to find something else to occupy his busy brain, same as all of us.
But recently, it's like the darkness has been harder to run from. It consumes me. I feel like I'm drowning down here. I had a few blankets draped over me, my body shivering from the cold. I never shiver. I'm well accustomed to the cold, but tonight it sinks deep into my bones. I felt like I was rotting from the inside out. I'm curled up on my side, visions of thing's I can't quite recall pass through my mind like a dream, but I'm wide awake. I can hear every creak in the wooden floor, the sound of the air conditioner. Two years of feeling like this, and I haven't found a cure. Two years of sleepless nights, two years of missing my best friend. I missed Shuri too of course, it made everything worse that she had gone too. I watched her disappear right in front of me. The two people I cared about most. The person that tethered me to my past, someone who I can learn to become a brand new person with, and my new best friend. Someone who believed in me, that there was good in me, who helped me change and become the woman I am today in order to be able to be friends with people like James.
I was losing hope that we'd find a way to bring them back. No one in space knew what to do, which was a whole other thing for me to understand. I knew we weren't alone in the world, but aliens were helping us? A raccoon of all people. But it was obvious we all lost people we wanted to get back, still clinging onto hope that something would pop out and just say, "here. Stop complaining, there's your people." It never is that easy.
I toss and turn, the most restless I had ever been.
I can fix this.
My eyes snap open in shock, searching around my room for the voice. No Natasha, no Steve Rogers. Just me, alone in my bedroom as usual. I pull the blankets tighter over me. My breath puffs out in front of me, I can see it. That's how cold it is in here. The moon shimmers into my bedroom. Full moon too.
I can get him back.
"No." I sit up, my legs falling over the edge of the bed, just hardly brushing the floor. "You can't bring him back. He's gone." I murmured, hiding my face in my hands.
If you just let me take over... you can see your James again.
"No!" I shouted. I grip onto my hair, tugging slightly. "There's nothing you can do about it!"
But there is... if you let me, we can travel through the darkness and find the infinity stones together... I can bring him back to you.
I choke on a sob, falling to my knees. "Leave me alone. I'm not listening to you." I cried.
I promise you. We can bring him back.
"Are you being serious? Not world take over. This place, it's already ruined enough. It can't handle another problem." I said, looking around the room like I was going to find the answer. Switch with me, and I'll solve all your problems.
"Okay."
The door shoves open, Natasha stands at full attention. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing... I just had.. a dream." I pull myself off the floor and Natasha looks at me in confusion. "A dream?" She looks unconvinced but I nod anyway. She steps into the room, getting closer to me. "Do I gotta call somebody?"
"No Natasha, just go back to bed. Everything's fine."
"Cause I can get Steve if you-"
"Go back to bed Natasha!" I shouted cutting her off. She looks taken aback by my sudden switch in demeanor, but I just plaster on a smile. "Sorry. I'm just tired." Natasha's eyes glance over me once before nodding and backing away. "Fine. Steve will be here in the morning anyway, we need to have a debriefing. Get uh get some rest okay?" She grabs the handle to the door, pulling it shut behind her.
Grey smoke envelopes the room, seemingly coming from nowhere and I drop to my knees again. I shut my eyes, letting the witch inside my body out for the first time, in a long time.
Fool. He's gone. There's nothing I can do about that.
My eyes open, feeling the guilt wash over me. She's tricked me. "No." I whisper, crawling weakly along the floor to the door. "Nat.." and then I'm asleep.
mentions of sex right away so be warned. and murder.. like right away.
Evie
Do men know that most women don't really like riding? My hips glide up and down easily. It's easier when they're smaller, they give me no pleasure. He looks like he's having a great time though. It's a same he's rather attractive, if only his dick was a little bit bigger, cause I'd have a hell of a lot more fun with this. I let out the fake noises he loves to hear so much. Mr. Ramone has been cheating on his wife for far too long. She's hired me to kill him.
I was originally hired for her to catch him cheating in the act of sleeping with me, but she got home a little later than she intended after a girls trip. He ended up being so guilty, he took her on a trip to Italy for two weeks. Completely unplanned. He bought their teenage daughter a car, and now she's on a cruise with two of her best friends, completely paid for by him. She's back at their home in Washington D.C., and we are in Paris, France, having a wonderful time.
Mr. Ramone, or Jason, has his hands tied up into the head board of the hotel rooms bed. His shirt is ripped open, head tilted back in pleasure. They don't call me temptress for nothing I guess, but I fear our fun time has finished. I'm not feeling it today anyway. I stop rolling my hips and just stare at him. He gasps, thrusting his hips to push forwards. "Can you stop that, you're really fucking annoying." I snapped and he stared at me in shock. "What?"
"You heard me you disgusting freak." I climbed off him, dressing myself. It wasn't anything particularly sexy, just a regular knee length tight dress, with elbow length sleeves. The black lace of my bra peaks out a bit where the buttons had been unbuttoned. I can't find my fucking panties. "Mrs. Ramone, or as I like to call her, Daneel, hired me to trick your cheating ass into fucking me, and treating your children and wife to a better life, and like the absolute sucker you are, you fell for it." his eyes widen, and he begins tugging at the restraints like a mad man, but I know my knots. He's not escaping. And if he did, he should know I love the chase. I made sure tonight's were tight. I'm in no mood for games, and where the fuck are my underwear? I groan, knocking over a chair. No panties. I do find my knife, still slipped neatly in my garter. I pick it up and sit on the edge of the bed. "The sex, wasn't that great by the way." I smile, before slitting his throat.
the blood comes out in thick, warm spurts, and he chokes. I flinch as some of the blood gets on my chest, and sprinkle on my face. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted, using the fabric that covers my shoulder to wipe some blood from my cheek. I don't have to leave for at least another hour, I could shower first. While he chokes on his last few breaths, my eyes catch on the lace sticking out of his pocket. "Ew." I reach into his pocket, pulling out the fabric that is my panties. When the hell did he even have time to that? You know, this is exactly why I kill men. They can be so gross sometimes. I head into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I don't want to stick around and watch his corpse rot actually, I need to get the hell out of here.
I scrub the blood off my cheek, but the air around me seems to shift into something quiet. Too quiet. I drop the towel on the ground, and reach down to my garter where I slide my knife out. I creep out of the bathroom. The door was wide open. My breath catches in my throat, but I don't let it deter me from my mission. I could slip out now and no one would suspect a thing, however, I don't leave behind loose ends. I walk back around the corner, cursing the layout of the suite for having so many nooks and crannies just about anyone could hide in. I hand wraps around my shoulder, pulling me tightly against them. I try and twist out, but this person is strong. "Stop." the voice grumbles in my ear. It isn't one I recognize, so I don't comply. I swing my knife around, however there's another assailant there. One with fiery red hair and-Natasha?
I practically drop my knife on the ground in shock. I shrug the person behind me off me, and wrap her in a hug. "Holy fucking shit, I thought you were dead or something." I sighed into the embrace and she chuckles, hugging me back. "You can't kill me if I don't want to be dead." we take a few seconds, I catch my breath. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I pulled back, studying her features. She's always dyed her hair different colors, same with me but I usually keep it blonde, or black. Natasha is better at dying her hair wild and fun colors, gives her something else to focus on. She gets to be someone else for a change. I quite enjoy being me. "You're not supposed to be here. I don't want you to get in trouble just to see me-"
"Dreykov is dead. We killed him." my eyes widen and I gasp softly. There's no way she killed him. I just... I just talked to him... Well a week ago when I got the final order to go in for the kill. "No you-how?"
"Explosion. We've been hiding out for a few days, but I caught wind of where you were and I needed to bring you back with me." an explosion. I've never known her to be messy like that, considering explosions often come with so many other casualties, if not precisely calculated-wait did she say we? "Who's we?" she nods behind me, and I remember the arm that I had tried to cut off. I flip around, facing the new guy instead. "I'm Hawkeye." he nods once, ever so serious, and honestly, ever so sexy. "Oh, we're using our code names? I'm the Red Widow, or Temptress if you wanna get even codier."
"Temptress?" his eyebrows furrow and I nod. "Oh yeah, seducing and destroying is kinda my specialty."
"Yeah, Nat's told me some stuff about you, but there's no way you can seduce every single man, some of these dudes have to have some restraint-"
"I don't know, you wanna try it out-"
"Okay you two, enough flirting. This is my best friend and partner, Clint Barton." Natasha pushes between us making me smirk. "Clint, this is my half sister, Evangeline."
"Wow you sure have a lot of names, how am I gonna remember all of these names?" I shrugged coyly. "What can I tell ya? I like giving me men different options of what they wanna scream when I-"
"Okay!" Natasha turns around, facing Clint and pushing him in the direction of the bedroom. "Us girls need to talk about some thing's, why don't you want in here." I run over and stop Natasha. "I've never stopped a guy from going into my bedroom before, however I have roadkill in there rotting, and about ten minutes before the cleaning service comes in. I hate to ruin the moment, but we gotta get out of here."
"Fine. We have a car in the parking lot, meet us down there in ten and we can all discuss this like normal humans and not feral rabbits?" Natasha looks between Clint and I, both agreeing to her terms. I can play the long game, I promise it won't be too long before I can get my hands on him. Maybe for once he'll actually be a good time.
She wears a lot of floral dresses or outfits. She changes her outfit multiple times in one day due to working on the farm. While she works, it’s usually wearing some form of overall and boot combo. When she’s not working in the barn, she picking fruit. She had a dress overall for that since she’s workin in the sun more. She likes flowey dresses and skirts. Loves to add in a chunky belt. A lot of her style comes from the hippies cause it’s what her parents had her grow up wearing. A lot of the clothing she wears is actually her baby clothes, just morphed into something brand new. Her nicest dress was given to her by her adopted mother, and the both of them worked together to embroider little beads to make flowers. She never really wore green until Loki. He gave her this babydoll green dress with white lace and mostly wear just that (after her adopted family died).
As usual, everything with mary has eating disorder, depressive, guilt, trauma, and a bunch of other themes.
j.b.b “The Enchantress” ii
Slow melodious beeps.
Pure white lights.
Soft linen sheets, the steady stream of air conditioning.
I can feel myself awake before I actually feel awake. I can sense everything around me. The footsteps of people pacing around the room, I can hear people chattering about too. A feeling of dread washes over me. I'm not dead yet, and I highly doubt I ever will be dead.
A sudden breath of air shocks my lungs and I sit upright, grasping the blanket on my body. It's too cold in here. I breathe in a few breaths. There's a window directly ahead of me, letting in golden streams of light. Wakanda is beautiful at sunset. The sky turning all different kinds of shades of pink, purple, and blue. Sometimes it's a little windy, and it blows the trees leaves against each other in all directions and you can hear it like a whisper. To my right, is a TV screen, it's on, playing on a low setting. Probably the voices I heard while I was sleeping. To my left is a door, and window to look at the hallway outside. But the blinds were shut, the door open. Leaning against the frame was Shuri. Her arms were crossed over her chest. "I'd say you're getting better, you haven't had an accident like this in two months but I think I know better." she speaks up. Her voice is a bit muffled, and my vision isn't all there too but I feel healthier than I have in a while and it makes me sick.
She's not entirely wrong. Although I haven't dropped like this in two months, I've had moments where I'm in my house and everything goes black. I awake in the morning with no recollection of what happened the night before. "Sorry." I apologized. It's really all I know how to do nowadays. She scoffs and shakes her head, walking over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I hate having to worry about you working out in the fields all the day. You know if it wasn't for the man, no one would have known you were sick at all."
The man?
I tilt my head in confusion. I don't remember a man. I don't remember anything, as usual. Shuri just sighs and offers a smile. She doesn't explain who 'the man' is, but my brain seems to have an answer, like it knows, but it won't communicate with the rest of me. "You're bed ridden for two weeks. You've got to get your energy back."
"I feel energetic."
"That's the medication."
She knows better than anyone, I hate being bed ridden. I feel like a weakling, just lying in bed when I have so many chores that need to be done. "And, don't even think about getting out of it, we have someone who's going to finish all your chores for you."
"Who?"
"You know who." a chill runs down my spine. It clicks. "He touched me?" I asked, feeling my skin crawl. It wasn't very common for me to touch people, mostly just Shuri when we hugged, but it took me a while to do that. I always feel like I'm putting her in danger, but the witch inside me seems to enjoy my friends. She's had terrible thoughts about people in passing, I can hear her whispers in my head. Kill. Destroy. Burn. Chaos. She puts images in my head, and it often leads to killer headaches. But she likes Shuri, she thinks she's smart. Plus, Shuri always makes sure I get nursed back to full health, or at least partial health. Helping me means helping the enchantress, so really it's all the same. It doesn't make me feel like she'd be safe though.
Additionally, the fact I wasn't even conscious for it, makes me feel worse. "He picked you up with one hand and through you over his shoulder like a ragdoll." she explained, like she enjoyed it. Her eyes were wide, like she thought it was funny. "I've never seen you like that before." she continued, her eyes dimming down a bit. "You're not going to be working out in the field anymore. You can sleep in your own home, and read on Tuesdays, but from now on, you won't be farming." she stands up from the bed but I catch her wrist. There's no way she's going to tell me I'm no longer farming, and then just leave me here to wallow in my own self pity. "You can't do that."
"I can do that actually. If I see you in the fields, I'll have no other choice but to make you leave Wakanda." Shuri tugs her wrist back. "I feel like the longer we continue this pattern, the more you're setting yourself up for failure. I gave you a pass before, but it's gone on too long. I won't sit around watching you destroy yourself." she stares at me sadly, before turning and walking off. I can't believe I'm letting a kid scold me. I pull myself up to sit in the bed. I stare out at Wakanda through the large window. I can see the trees, swaying in the breeze.
If I weren't human, I think I'd be a tree. They stand tall, grow old, and could probably tell so many stories about all people they've encountered. Some grow fruits, some have flowers or nuts, all are surrounded by other trees, it's never lonely. I wish I was a tree.
Two weeks later, I'm a free woman. A free woman with new guidelines and rules. I can visit the animals as much as I wish, but I'm not allowed to bathe or feed them. I can live in my own home, but Shuri or Okoye, sometimes even T'Challa himself if he's not too busy, will come check on me. I join Shuri for every meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and it's non-optional. If I miss even one meal, without checking in first, I have to leave Wakanda and live in the real world. If I am found feed the animals or bathing them, I leave Wakanda. I know to some it sounds rather harsh, but it's lighting a fire under my feet to keep me going. I guess it's going to be good for me, for whatever reason. That man who brought me to Shuri, I want to curse his entire bloodline, but I fear the witch would take it to literally and actually try. So, I try not to think of him too much.
It is dinner now, and I've visited Shuri for breakfast and lunch already. The cool air flows through Wakanda this evening as we get closer to autumn. We're hosting a bonfire tonight. Lots of chicken and other meat are to be burnt. One of the oldest members of their tribe has their birthday today, it's a huge celebration for everyone, celebrating their life. It makes it better, cause you wouldn't expect them to be turning 97 today. She doesn't look any older than 60.
I sit with Shuri against a wooden log, while one of the many bonfires go on around us. I keep tossing in wood every few seconds, and Shuri makes sure I'm drinking water, and handing me pieces of chicken. It tastes good, and I hardly ever eat meat. I don't like eating animals, but Shuri makes sure to shush those voices. I wash it down with water anyway. The bonfire is warm against my skin, and I'm already sweating a thin layer after only being there for a few minutes. Today, for this special celebration, I'm wearing a yellow long skirt, and a cropped, off the shoulder top. The yellows match perfectly. I'm also not wearing my veil tonight, but my hair is still wrapped up in a messy bun at the nape of my neck.
Shuri and I laugh and smile, watching as her people beat drums and sing, others dance around in circles. It's not long before Shuri and I are dragged in for the celebrations. There were many thing's I learned to do while in Wakanda. I've learned their stories, and history, I've learned a few words in Xhosa, I'm far from fluent but some people only speak the language and no English. Some Tuesdays, I teach the kids English through my stories. I've learned how to braid hair too. I usually have nothing better to do. On my strolls through the Kingdom, often times I'll be roped into helping the girls while they braid. I find it quite calming and don't mind the long processes. My favorite thing, are their dances and songs. I love to dance around and have fun. It's not something I got to do throughout my life during the whole, Hydra thing. It's not often I even got the chance to smile. Nothing was funny when you're a soldier.
Shuri and I stick together, but the heat from the fire is making me dizzy, so I sit out a bit. Plus, I can see his eyes. He too sat against a log, legs spread just a bit. I completely forgot about him in the two weeks I was on bed rest. I want to thank him, I think I do. I also kind of want to punch him for staring at me all the time. I sit against a log to catch my breath, and sip on more water. I can see him on the opposite sides of the flames. He just stares back at me, curiously. I fear if I take my eyes off him, he'll disappear. It's been so long since I last saw him, he's grown in some facial hair, his hair longer, almost reaching his shoulders.
I drop my head down after a few seconds. Maybe Shuri is right, I can't run from him forever. Talking about the healing process sounds so simple, but actually progressing is going to take time. What I needed when I came to Wakanda is an escape from reality. Somewhere I felt safe, somewhere I knew could shut me down if I got out of hand. I needed to pretend like the old me was just a fable. Now I don't exactly know what this Winter Solider wants from Wakanda, or if he even knows what his purpose is, but I could try and help. I won't just be helping him, it'll be helping me too. I look up again, directly across the bonfire to where he was sitting but he's gone now. My heart feels crushed for a moment, but I can feel a presence beside me and I look over. It's him. He's making his way around the bonfire, and standing a few paces away from me. I stare up at him, his features illuminated by the whisps of fire. He's taller than I remember. His attire is the same as the last time I saw him, a cloth draped over his shoulder. Interesting. He has a plate in his hand, and he motions it towards a spot right next to me and I nod. "You can sit." I agree. So he does, but not too close. Another person could fit comfortable in between us, maybe two if they squished. He stares ahead at the fire, picking at the pieces of meat on his plate. "I remember you."
I suck in a deep breath and nod. "I remember you too." my heart is beating so fast. I've never had such a strong connection to my past. Sure, I have my memories, but all the times I was strung up like a marionette and had my brain scrambled, I'm not sure what's true or what's a dream. It makes me feel sick. I can see pictures of us, small little moments. I can hear his screams in my head, and that, that I know to be true. You cannot imagine sounds as heart shattering as those. He sets the plate down in between us. "You helped me, the other day, when I was sick." I said, taking in all his features. He nods. "Watched you drop, it scared me."
"I wanted to say thank you earlier, but I wasn't allowed to leave my room." I explained and he nodded, and then finally looked at me completely. Before, he just stared into the fire like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I haven't gotten this close to him before. "You don't have to thank me."
"I do."
We sit quietly for a while but it isn't awkward. It's just silent, and I like when people can sit in pure silence. Nothing needs to be said for everyone to be okay. "I'm being moved to the meadow so I can watch you-that sounds wrong, I mean keep an eye on you. Shuri thinks it'd be good to give me something to do." I let out a breathless laugh at the mix up. "So you're the one coming in and stealing my job?" I accused jokingly and his eyes widen. "No, no you can have your job-"
"I'm kidding. I got demoted when I dropped." he lets out a deep breath and nods. "What happened to you anyway?" he asks slowly, carefully choosing his words. "It's kind of a long story." I play with the strings on my top, staring down at the yellow linen fabric. More hooting and hollering, and the birthday girl comes around, and everyone smiles as she's celebrated. This is the most easy going I think I've ever felt. I feel safe, warm. The smoke from the bonfire fills my lungs, and it tastes sweet but burnt. "We got all the time in the world." he lifts the plate again, showing me the pieces of chicken as, I assume, to be a peace offering. How can I say no to that? I take a couple pieces, and chew on it slowly, offering him a smile of thanks in return. "I'm James, but everyone just calls me Bucky." even though I knew him, a little, I had never learned his name. I always called him The Winter Soldier.
It makes him feel more human, the name. Calling him The Winter Soldier made him feel like just that, just a soldier. And he is so much more than just a soldier. The same way I am more than just The Enchantress, more than just a witch. "I'm Marylin, but you can just call me Mary I guess." chuckling awkwardly at the introduction. I've never been good at that. Sometimes, I feel like my name isn't even mine. I learned it's called disassociation. "It's nice to meet you Mary." and he smiles, a nice smile. Not something forced but it's sweet. It suits him.
Commonly takes outfit inspired from the 60s: big hair, dramatic eyeshadow/liner, and headbands, bell sleeves. She takes inspo from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, (the og) Sabrina The Teenage Witch and Friends. Lots of layered clothing. Multiple dresses atop each other. Mostly office appropriate clothes. Off the shoulder, lace, midi skirts, and color or printed tights. Her hero outfit is similar to Mal from Descendants (just minus all the green, and maybe a bit darker purple). She wears a lot of jewelry, like statement necklaces and bangle bracelets. She doesn’t own many ‘formal’ clothes, most of the clothing she owns comes from thrift stores.
Her outfits are all pretty flowy. She doesn’t wear black because it absorbs the heat too much. Lots of corset front tops, camis, and super short off the shoulder tops. She mostly wears white, but sometimes has small pops of green, blue and yellow. She doesn’t wear Jean material too much, but she enjoys this halter jean dress, and some days where it’s really hot, she wears a two piece bikini set that’s actually a Jean material. She also always wears her lace veil. It has a thick lace band all around it, but the center is regular lace/mesh material. It’s also pretty long, so she uses bobby pins to pin it into her hair.
Office Siren attire, lots of faux leather jackets and pants. Always does wear sunglasses at night. Lots of vests and blouses. Not the biggest fan of dresses or skirts. But skirts are always skorts. She has a gun holster hidden beneath her leather jackets. She has a diamond encrusted bodice meant to seduce, and the garter is a knife holster. Her ‘super hero suit’ is like Harley Quinn’s from DC (but lacking the HQ belt charm, choker and card logos). Sometimes the pants are swapped out for black and red shorts. Belts are usually bullet belts too. Sometimes unfortunately, there’s often a lot of fighting just in the diamond bodice.
just as a forewarning, basically everything that has to do with mary deals with depression and eating disorders, trauma & guilt.
j.b.b “The Enchantress” i
"Are you excited?" I asked Shuri. Together, we stood in the meadow, waiting on the hover craft to land. It was windy in Wakanda today, and my veil had to be pinned into my bun to keep it from sliding off. "Yes, I missed him." she smiled solemnly. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder briefly. We were not alone on the meadow, Okoye and a few other Dora Milaje stood with us silently while we waited for the new king, and protector of Wakanda to come back. What was once supposed to be a peace treaty, a way to unify the world and unanimously protect it, turned into chaos. Bloody, terrorizing chaos. The news of T'Chaka's death rocked the entire Kingdom, but to them, death isn't a goodbye, it is only the mere beginning to something beautiful, the after life. Of course T'Challa wound want to avenge his fathers killer and went after him himself. The theory that it was The Winter Soldier sent chills down my spine.
Although we had only seen each other in passing, I was often present during his awakening's, if you could call it that. Sometimes, my powers were strong enough to put people to sleep. Being able to travel through shadows, I can just hide in them, sneak up behind him, and put him back to sleep if he doesn't comply right away. Other than that, we hadn't shared one word. Even if I had, I couldn't remember much. Sometimes I'm unsure if my memories are mine or not, they're all obscured. We all watch as the hover craft comes into view and I smile. . T'Challa and his father did a great deal to make sure I was comfortable here. I learned a lot from the Dora Milaje, Shuri, and even just the people in general. I've done a million terrible thing's in my life, and for some reason, they still want me around. If I were them, I'd lock me in a hot bright room and wait until I shrivel up like a raison and die. And even though I do my best to keep the soldier in me locked away, to hide the witch. These people have shown me nothing but hospitality. I feel like being here curses the land.
The craft lands, and after a few minutes the door opens. T'Challa walks through, as serious as ever, but smiles when he sees his sister waiting for him. I don't know why I hadn't thought any of this through, standing here would mean I'd have to see The Winter Soldier, and I don't want any part of my history around me, it's not who I am. I don't move anyway, I don't have the energy to run around. It's noon and I haven't eaten today. T'Challa wraps his arms around his sister, greeting her, and everyone else formally. After a few seconds of heart warming banter, movement inside the container of the ship and a chill runs down my spine. I can't do this, I can't. I nod at T'Challa, Shuri, and Okoye, before turning on my heel just as the shadow turned into a humanoid figure. I walk at a quick pace down the hill in the direction of the place I call my home.
I set up something small to eat, some fruits mostly. I like the way they taste, and it gives me enough energy to finish up my chores. I mostly take care of the animals around here. I feed them, bathe them, play with them to keep them in good spirits. It took a while for us to get along. I think they could sense that piece of me, who isn't me, and can see her for who she truly is. Evil.
Today is bathing day though. I always start with the lambs, they're my favorite. They're soft, delicate. I take them one by one, scrubbing down their soft fur and then herding them into a different pen to eat, and then I repeat the process on the next little lamb. I hear a creak behind me and I jump, whipping around. Shuri. She crosses her arms over her chest, staring at me skeptically. "What?" I asked quietly, shoving my hand onto the bucket to retrieve a cloth. "You left in a hurry."
"I remembered I hadn't started my chores."
"Funny, I watched you clean the lambs this morning, you were done before the sun had risen above the trees." I freeze. I've been caught. So possibly, I did wash the lambs twice now. "I just like my lambs fur to be clean." I shrugged. "Mary." Shuri sighs and I drop the cloth back into the bucket. "What now?"
"He didn't have to come here you know."
It was true. There were other places The Winter Soldier could have gone, somewhere safe, but T'Challa asked me if he could come here. He knew he had a a small role in my past, but my past wasn't something I had ever wanted to relieve. I agreed for him to come, as long as I didn't have to see him. But I wanted to be there to greet T'Challa when he came home. He deserved the support after losing his father, fighting all the time. I wanted to be there to support Shuri, T'Challa and their families too. I thought I was strong enough, but I was just lying to myself.
"Wakanda is the best place to be when you want to become a better person." I explained, walking towards the fence she was leaned against. "I know that better than anyone. To me, he... Leaves a bad taste in my mouth. He reminds me of pain, and I want him to become a better person like I have. To learn to live a normal life. What I don't want, is for him to realize I'm afraid of him." I swallowed thickly. I hadn't had much water today either, now that I think about it. "I'm not afraid of him in the sense that he could hurt me, or even kill me. I'm far stronger than him. He should be afraid of me really." Shuri chuckled a little. My eyes traveled around the grassy hills of Wakanda. "He just reminds me of a person I never want to be again."
"You focus too much on your past. If you really want to make a change in yourself, you'll let it go."
"Easier said than done." I scoffed but Yuri just held up a finger. "Do not interrupt me. What I mean, is that yes, you've both done some questionable thing's, however, clearly you're both hear wanting to change. If you keep running from him, yourself, then neither of you will be able to change or move on." she shrugged. My shoulders dropped and I nodded. "When did you become so smart?"
"I've always been smart! No one's ever listened to me!" she huffed and then stuck out her hand. "T'Challa wants you down for dinner." I smiled and took her hand, nodding. I climbed over the gate, my white skirt making it harder, but I didn't mind.
Tuesdays, I read to the kids. For some reason, the children think I have an incredibly way of speaking, and they like when I read. So during their school time, I read them stories, sometimes I make them up and act them out. Today is one of my favorite's, Alice in Wonderland. I've read it a bunch since I started reading to them, but I loved it more and more every time. "Once there was a girl named Alice. Now, Alice was the kind of girl who could get quite lost in her own head. She had a vivid imagination, and often times couldn't tell the difference between fantasy, and reality." I began. My group of children, ten and under, sat before me. In the mornings, I'd read to the younger kids, and closer to the afternoon I'd have the older kids. "Now on this particular morning, Alice and her teacher has been doing some English work in the garden. It was hard for Alice to pay attention for long periods of time, so she'd take breaks. It was during this particular break had she climbed into a tree and delved into the world of a fictional book." Sometimes, I wouldn't read the stories directly from the book, mostly, I'd tell them straight from memory. Easy stories like Beauty and the Beast, Ariel, The Sleeping Beauty, all told from memory. But stories like The Princess and the Frog, Rapunzel, Mulan, all stories that had a bit more information, and needed more attention to detail, did I read from the book. "As Alice read, she could see a white figure prance around just behind the pages of her book. She glanced over quickly, trying to not let the figure distract her. She thought it was just her cat, or maybe her mothing coming to check on her progress, but instead it was a soft, white rabbit." I explained, prancing around the kids to keep them engaged. Sometimes, I'd even act out the scenes as best I could to get the image across better. The younger kids liked it more when I told the stories from memory, that way I could dance around them. "Alice got rather excited. It wasn't very common for pure white rabbits to be seen around the garden. So, she hopped out of her tree and followed the rabbit. She thought, maybe this rabbit could lead her to its home where the other white rabbits lived. Maybe, she could have new friends. The closer Alice got to the animal, she realized it wasn't hopping, but running." I jogged around the kids, shipping here and there while they kept their eyes trained on me. A few laughed at my uncoordinated skips. "Alice was very confused. Never once, in all the rabbits she had ever seen, or in all the books she had ever read, were rabbits ever described as walking like a human. This was a very interesting animal to Alice, so, she kept up the pace, following it through the garden." I glanced up, meeting a pair of blue eyes. I stopped jumping and dancing around and walked back over to my chair, feeling subconscious all of a sudden. "Alice chased the rabbit all throughout the garden. Jumping over plants, crawling under low tree branches. She got close enough to hear him. He was running and talking like a human? Now this was strange for Alice. She knew this rabbit was special."
I hadn't realized he was there. Although the kids do classes in buildings, I hold my stories under an awning kind of area. It was very public to the Wakandans, and even some of the adults would stop by for a few minutes to listen to my stories. "The rabbit found a hole at the base of a tree, and jumped down without a second thought. Alice stared down at it, crawling on her hands and knees as she drew closer to the hole. She put one hand in, reaching down to feel the floor, but no matter how far down Alice reached, the hole seemed to never end. She lost her balance the deeper she reached." He stayed there, he didn't move at all. He just leaned against the pillar, watching me, us. I tried to not let his attention bother me, or let the kids realize I was uncomfortable. "So, Alice fell, down, down, down the rabbit hole." I flickered my eyes over to him. He didn't look happy, he just looked stoic. I remember when I got here, I too just took in all my surroundings. I wonder if he even remembers who I am? After the story was over, I cleaned up the room a bit as the children lined up to be fed their lunch.
I picked up blankets and pillows, setting them aside for the next set of kids to pick up and place where they sat. The wooden floor creaked and I turned around. Blue eyes. Why do guys always get the prettiest eyes? I stared at the floor, hoping he wouldn't get any closer. He didn't. "That was a good story." he complimented. His voice was deep like I remembered. "Thank you." I replied quickly. "Do you tell stories all the time?" he asked curiously. "Every Tuesday." I answered, just as shortly as before. I could see him nod out of the corner of my eye. "Look, I got the next set of kids coming in quickly, and I'd really appreciate not being watched this next time."
"Right. Sorry I-I'll just.. Go." the floor boards creaked again as he walked away. I tilted my head back up, watching him retreat. He was dressed in common Wakandan clothing. A cloth draped around one side of his body. If he knows who I am, he hasn't said anything about it.
We continue on this path, the watched and the watcher. Sometimes it is I who plays the watcher. I see him, sitting at bonfires with Okoye. He just stares the the fires. Sometimes, I don't see him for days or weeks even. Sometimes I see him every day. I continue on my path as usual. I wash the animals often, I read to the children every Tuesday, and sometimes I visit Shuri while she works. Her understanding of technology and science get better and better everyday. I see a bright future for her in a world like this, inside and outside of Wakanda if she ever chooses to go somewhere else. Sometimes, Shuri even invites me over for dinner on the weekends, or when it's just her while everyone else is too busy. To say that she was my best friend is an understatement, she's like my family now.
The weekend rolls around slowly. I don't mind shadows, in fact, I feel like I'm always being watched, but his stare feels so different. I think he's just trying to learn how to be more human. His whole life, he's been a soldier, and now he doesn't have anything to fight against, to fight for. I get it. When I first got here, all I did was lie down on the grass in the sun. I had heat stroke and a bad burn for about half a month. All I wanted was to die, but Shuri helped me a lot. She nursed me back to health, or at least the healthiest I've ever let myself be. I've come to realize that the witch inside me, is the strongest when I'm at my strongest. When I'm hydrated, he's hydrated, when I'm hungry, she's hungry and has low energy. I try and keep to the low energy as much as possible. It keeps her from accidentally slipping out, wreaking havoc on everyone around me.
Today, I was feeling a little more sluggish than usual. I hadn't eaten anything for dinner last night, it was a full moon, which is the hardest time. I feel like a werewolf every full moon. I think she's connected to the moon for some reason, so she's strongest during those hours, so I try eating even less than I already do on full moons. I had gotten up later today, already rounding noon. Luckily It was the weekend, so I didn't have any kids to read to. I would have just relaxed in bed the whole day, but instead, I needed to get work done. I pull on a random crop top, and my long skirt, and pin my veil in my hair, and then head to where we had horses. They were mostly for fun, mostly for me to take care of. They didn't provide anything for us, like cows or the lambs do, but they were fun to ride. I take care of the horses on the weekends usually, sometimes Shuri and I saddle them up and take them out to eat fresh grass, but usually they stay in their pen with me. I clean them, feed them, clean out their water tubs. I was about halfway finished with one of the horses. I had braiding their tails and manes to keep them from getting messy when the dizziness came. I could feel my skin heating up the longer I stayed out, but it wasn't uncommon for me to get sunburns out there every day. I already had naturally pale skin, and the sun was harsh. Today, seemingly even harsher. I stand up, feeling sick. Exhausted, hot. I stumble across the fields, steering clear of the horses so my stumbles don't spook them. I cling onto the wooden pen gates, trying to clear my mind. All I saw were little black spots, and in the distance, someone was running at me. My vision was blurring, and before I knew it, I was on the ground.
I try using my strength to get up, but I was too weak, and there was a gentle hand on my shoulder holding me down. "Stay still for me, you're going to be okay." and then I was out.
Loki Laufeyson & Victoria D. Edmund head cannons - sigyn
headcannons about loki and sigyn (aka victoria), aka the goddess sigyn.
now the thing about victoria is that she doesn't even know who sigyn is, she doesn't know loki, she doesn't even really believe in god, or aliens, or anything.
all the time loki suggests that they both go home and let victoria have her old life back, but she doesn't really want her old life back. sure, it'd be nice to remember her real mother or father, and all the stories loki tells her, but it's not her life anymore. she cares about her step mother & father too much. plus, they're getting older in age and she needs to make sure the farm goes to next best family.
she didn't grow up in a huge city, she didn't even have a cellphone until 22. tv's didn't work far out in the country as she was. she was home schooled, didn't really talk to many people outside of her mother and father.
they did notice something strange about her though, she could touch plants and make them grow, when she was sad little storm clouds would sit only covering the farmland she was in. they knew she was different, there hadn't been any superheroes at the time (aside from captain america), so they hid her away in fear she would be taken from them. afterall, whoever dropped her off on their doorstep trusted them enough to keep her safe.
many, many years later she was able to control her earthly powers and when she was 18 she moved from the farm to new york, a place she's only ever seen from pictures in books her father got from the library.
skipping over some thing's.. now i don't normally enjoy the soulmate thing, when i first found out about what sigyn was, i was flabbergasted. i knew i needed to add her immediately into this because her story is very interesting.
i think she worked at stark industries, maybe shadowing someone else, her role wasn't important at all, but she's always had this need to help people, and working a desk job at stark industries seemed cool enough to help get her enough money to pay for college.
poor girl bumps into loki and for a moment he's stunned in silence. he's expecting her to be afraid but nope, she's never looked more calm. and then loki recognizes her. of course, he doesn't tell her who she is, not right away.
thor too knows who she is and she looks between both thor and loki, very worried. 'why do you keep looking at me? is there something on my face or something?' i can just imagine how panicked she'd be. because like, who wouldn't feel nervous with two gods staring you down.
thor brings loki back to asgaard, and then he comes back rather quickly to talk to you and see what you remember, nothing of course.
so the story he tells her: she and loki were childhood friends, sigyn had grown up in the castle, just as a simple garden maid, but her gentleness wasn't overlooked by loki, who noticed everything in his childhood years. she know loki, she know he's a trickster, sigyn stayed away from him not wanting to get into the way of his pranks and trickery. only he doesn't prank her when he meets her. he uses his magic to give her flowers, beautiful dresses. they both grew up, falling for each other more and more. and then one day, loki tells his father he thinks he's gonna marry sigyn. only odin cannot have that and finds a reason to banish the girl (i haven't come up with a reason why yet sorry), and he sends her to midgard, taking away her memories and aging sigyn backwards so she can grow up as a mortal human.
now, victoria is in complete shock because the man she just met, she already grew up with? fell in love with, a god? and she's realizing she's a goddess, kind of.
it reminds her of a story she read when she was a kid on norse mythology. like all kids, she wanted to learn about religion and there was just so much to learn, but victoria had all the time in the world. she learned about christianity, greek mythology, buddhism, catholocism, everything you could get your hands on. she mostly remembers taking an interest in the mythology. the stories of thor and loki took the both of them to the library where she basically read books on her own life, some of it was wrong from thor's guidance he told the truth, but a lot of it was true. although he couldn't bring victoria back to asgaard, she waited a long time to see loki again, and when the day finally came... this time she was ready, and this time victoria understood who she was.
the day victoria sees him again is an ordinary day. she's just finished feeding the pigs and horses their dinner, and is probably thinking about going for a ride. she hasn't stopped feeling the need to protect and help people, but her parents are getting old and she wants to be with them, make as many memories before their time comes.
victoria's parents depart to their bedrooms, leaving loki and victoria alone for the time to get to know each other. while she was gone, loki explained who victoria was, his long lost love, a goddess of earthly powers, loyalty, and his to marry some day. they were destined to be together.
victoria's parents depart to their bedrooms, leaving loki and victoria alone for the time to get to know each other. while she was gone, loki explained who victoria was, his long lost love, a goddess of earthly powers, loyalty, and his to marry some day. they were destined to be together.
anyway skip a whole bunch of crazy shit, like loki learning how to take care of farmland. probably the funniest thing ever.
he talks a lot about their history together, everything they've done together. it's a lot for her to take in because imagine getting to the ripe age of 20 and some god appears out of nowhere who you've apparently already grown up with, fell in love with, and apparently knows who you are more than you know yourself. it definitely isn't easy.
but, of course she definitely believes him. she's always grown up a bit different from the other kids in her town. how her parents farm flourishes when she's happy, the storm clouds that appear when she's upset.
i also think their first time is spent in the barn. her parents are out of town at the bar, maybe dancing or with friends, and the two of them spend some much needed alone time. he probably wants to wait, but she's so fiercely adamant on having sex. he makes his robe appear on the floor like a blanket. it's very peaceful, a little unpractical and messy, but perfect for victoria.
i don't think she responds to sigyn though. if loki were to call her that, she probably wouldn't realize he was talking to her.
she's big on laughing during sex for some reason. i can just imagine he's saying the dirtiest freakist thing's and she's just giggling quietly and she interrupts him to say "you're talking funny." and loki is like... how are you smiling and having a good time? i'm so deep inside you i can hardly think, much less laugh.
if he's ever hurt, all he needs is one touch and she collects his pain and helps him heal really fast.
i think they both ride horses a lot. just up and down the trails, racing, stopping at creaks to play in the water and hydrate their horses.
victoria is like the definition of a house wife, but not in a bad way. she's just so calm and collected and motherly. she gives a lot of 'mother nature' vibes i'm feeling.
she's big on thing's like learning and traveling and reading
i don't think their sex life is as freaky as clint and evie cause they're freak masters, but i think they have a more sensual relationship that tends to be on the fun or risky side. unconventional places that you wouldn't normally think of having sex.
she hums songs that are asgardian, but obviously she doesn't remember. she'll be picking apples in the summer, and loki's just standing to the side watching (he doesn't do mortal work, plus he likes a show) and she'll be wearing one of her pretty white linen dresses and she'll whistle or hum a tune from a song and loki will just stop and stare (some more) and ask if she knew what song she was singing. she'd be like "well no, i made it up silly!" all happy and giddy that he likes her song and he's like "no darling, that's an asgardian song." won't keep her from humming the tune though.
she makes him put jeans on, and makes him help her father all the time. if thor ever hears about loki doing dishes, or feeding the animals, he'll make fun of him for decades.
all the time loki suggests that they both go home and let victoria have her old life back, but she doesn't really want her old life back. sure, it'd be nice to remember her real mother or father, and all the stories loki tells her, but it's not her life anymore. she cares about her step mother & father too much. plus, they're getting older in age and she needs to make sure the farm goes to next best family.
the last time i wrote these headcannons was last month (march) so if i haven't said it already, she's the most southern person ever. adores sweet tea, huge southern accent, says 'bless your heart', fans herself, loves a porch swing.
these can also be translated into who she was back in her asgardian time. huge on herbal teas, her sarcasm loki had first fallen in love with. her asgardian posh accent, big dramatic fans.
loki falling in love with sigyn and loki falling in love with victoria are two different people, but with the same face. sigyn was a lot more posh, regal, but quiet, well mannered and then victoria lets her mud caked boots on her clean white bed sheets cause "there's a washer and a dryer for a reason!"
HUGE on dolly parton and old rock/country songs that you only hear on radios when you're driving through the middle of nowhere, and the radio only works on that station for some reason. whatever genre that is, she loves it.
aside from horses, she also has a big connection to birds, mostly hummingbirds. she just thinks they're so pretty and graceful, all shining in a wide variety of colors and it attracts her in.
i think victoria can get lost in her own head a bit. growing up lonely, she relied on solely herself for entertainment, so she creates her own little fairy tales in her mind to help her get through the day.
she journals a lot, has a box full of old journals stuffed full of polaroid photos she's taken throughout her life.
she likes writing letters to people too, outside of journaling. she doesn't really send them out or give them to people, she just keeps them locked away in a treasure box. it's more for her own memories than anything else.
after loki came around, she had dreams about her past life. their first kiss, their first conversation, when they first met. it happens in flashes, but her memory's slowly piece together with time. she doesn't tell loki though, he just knows. she'll bring up something random like his favorite asgardian book and he'll look at her like "how did you know that?"
her bedroom is probably pretty minimalistic as well as her clothing style. it's just cute dresses, jeans, flowy clothes. i think she likes music and dancing around and the flowy clothing makes her feel like a princess
this is a lot shorter than the other ones but i have no idea what else to say. I also just like completely forgot i finished this oops.
The hallways were hustling and bustling in the Stark Tower. The arrival of Bruce Banner was huge to the employees on the lower levels, the ones just filing paperwork, crossing t's, dotting i's kind of paper work.
Katherine roamed the halls, acquainting herself with the newest members of the Stark Industry employees, her arms full of paper work for her own desk. Her office was a few floors up, but recently Pepper had introduced a few college kids into the industry via internships. Some of the payed employees would pick out their own shadow for a bit of a learning experience, a slight dive into the science of the technologies Mr. Stark worked on. Kat always liked to make sure the new kids on the block were feeling welcome, she remembered her first day meeting the crew, especially Tony Stark, it was embarrassing how nervous she got that day.
She was a highly valued employee on Piper's account. The two often worked together to make to best moves for the industry whenever there were kinks in the plans, or a drop in stocks. Kat was always great at decision making, using her heart and her mind to make the best decision. Her intuition was a great guide, and she was always really smart growing up. Best grades in class, and although she wasn't exactly the most put together person, she knew her way into the hearts of business men, making promises Pepper would be sure to keep.
Normally, Pepper and Kat would be working in their own offices, but today their presence was necessary in the Stark Lab's. Mostly to annoy Pepper with Tony's trinkets and toys, but mostly to talk about some new ideas he needed to get started on, and Bruce was apparently going to assist the creating process. "I'm nervous." Kat bounced on her toes, pressing her files against her chest tightly. She had meant to put them down, but when Pepper explained to Katherine what her plans were for the rest of the evening, Kat dropped everything and nothing to follow Pepper. She had briefly seen Bruce walk into the building from the lower floor, being accompanied by Tony himself, but by the time she had ran out of her office the two were already piled into the elevator and heading to the top.
This was her second chance. While some feared The Hulk, she adored him. Katherine always knew what it felt like to be a little different from other people. There was a part of her, that only few people knew. Tony Stark, Pepper, Natasha Romanoff, and the newest member, Wanda Maximoff, were the only people Katherine had ever had the bravery to explain her situation. Although, she hadn't really needed to explain anything to Wanda. From the moment they met, Wanda could practically feel the magic radiating off of Kat. It was an instant friendship. "Aw, Katherine. There's no reason to be nervous, I'm sure you'll get along great." Pepper grins widely, knowing that this wasn't just nerves fueling Kat's excitement.
A bit of a crush you could call it. Aside from understanding Bruce Banner, she also had a crush on him. Whether it was his brain, the stories of his shyness that Nat liked to talk about, whatever it was, she liked it very much. She just hoped she'd make a good enough impression on him too. But she couldn't put those negative vibes into the universe now or else he wouldn't like her. Sure, she could probably cast a spell or something to make him like her immediately, but where's the fun in that?
The elevator dinged on the Lab floor, and Pepper stepped out first, guiding Katherine through the hallway and toward the back room where Tony usually did his calculations and more sciencey parts of the creations. There were random wires, screws, planks of metal, scraps, and tools lounging about everywhere. Weird liquids in tubes and vials stuck to the walls. It was odd but exciting. She hadn't been around this much science in... Ever really.
"Tony!" Pepper called out, stepping around random thing's while the duo walked to the back room. Tony, who was sitting at a table, looked up. He spotted Pepper, smiling and standing up, welcoming her into his embrace. "Alright, we've got a lot to show you, and you brought a friend, hello sweetheart." Tony hardly spared Kat a nod before he whipped around, flailing his fingers around in the air where a screen appeared making Kat's eyes widen. She's seen his tech before, but gosh does it get her little heart racing every single time. It must cost so much to keep something like this running all the time, and everywhere. "Bruce." Pepper's voice filtered into Kat's ears and the tall brunet man stepped forward, like he had appeared from the shadows. Bruce nodded at Pepper and waved politely, but the woman beside her caught his eye. She was so pretty. The kind of pretty you have to look at twice before you can move on with your life. "This is my partner, Katherine." Kat glanced over to the man, heat running through her body like sparks.
Oh it was him. The Bruce Banner, alive and in the flesh. "Oh wow." Kat breathed out, unable to stop herself. "Hi Mr. Banner, it's nice to meet you." Kat stepped forward, sticking her hand out for Bruce to shake. Bruce eye'd her hand for a moment, then looked into her eyes, and then back to her hand. He delicately took her hand in his. For a split second, everything was okay. Then, Kat dropped to the floor. Tony whipped around, while Bruce crouched down to catch her before she could hit the ground. Pepper gasped in shock, setting her papers down on the closest surface near her.
White. Smooth silk. Long eyelashes. Wooden planks. Am I.. In a church? My eyes glance all around. It smells sickly sweet in here. Like flowers. The scent is almost dizzying. I glance down, I was holding flowers. On the left and right, people. Where am I? My legs feel like lead, brittle, as I walk forward. I don't know why, but I think I'm supposed to walk forward.
"Katherine?"
There's soft music. My vision is a little blurry, but there's light shining in through cracks in the walls. An arch with white flowers and green vines decorating it all around. Women and men stand on either side in a line but their faces are blurry.
"Katherine can you hear me?"
"Do you, Katherine Grace Baudelaire, take Robert Bruce Banner, to be your lawfully wedded wife... And do Katherine Grace Baudelaire take Robert Bruce Banner to be your lawfully wedded husband... You may kiss the bride.."
Kat lurches up from the ground, blinking rapidly as she stares all around her. Slowly, the three faces for into three she knows well. Tony, Pepper, and Bruce. Bruce. "Are you alright?" his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, falling down slowly the more he stared at her. "Does this happen often?" Bruce asks you, and then turns to Tony immediately after. "Does she do that often?" Pepper takes your hands and help you stand. "Yes, that happens quite often." Tony nods. "But never as long as that."
Kat swallowed nervously. "What? How long was I out for?"
"Eight minutes, thirty seconds." Tony glances up from his wrist watch to Kat. It didn't sound like a long time, but Tony's been doing experiments of his own on Kat. And she had never been out for eight, almost nine, minutes. It's usually four or five. "What'd you dream about this time?" Tony leans coolly against the counter behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Bruce and Pepper looked a bit concerned, but Katherine and Tony weren't.
While the imagines of her vision replayed in her mind like a movie, Kat just stared in front of her, lost in thought. "What's wrong with her?" Bruce asked, leaning toward Tony to talk in a hushed voice. "Nothing." Bruce stared at Kat, still being held up by Pepper. "So?" Tony asked. Kat cleared her throat, finally finding her voice. "It was nothing honestly, I made plans with some... Friends! I made plans with friends, and looking at the time I'm gonna be late. It's was nice seeing you Tony." Katherine ranted quickly. She took the papers and folders she was holding from Bruce, who had scooped down to pick them up at some point. Pepper called for her but Kat just kept on walking away, but she turned and looked at Bruce. "It was nice meeting you Bruce." and then Kat was gone.
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this is absolute shit so i might rewrite it later, but you get the point.
genuinely I don’t think I’ll ever understand when guys tell girlies that they don’t understand marvel movies/shows/comics or like literally anything (or even about other series/comics/video games) like I’ve literally dissected everything you like about your favorite character. Why they do what they do, how they do it. I over think everything they say and then twist it to make them look like a better person. I’ve read and written about how well they’d fuck me into a mattress, against a wall, in a car, in the shower, in public, with the lights off, using toys, being vanilla, with other characters. Please don’t tell me I don’t know as much as you do, I know WAY MORE THAN YOUD EVER KNOW
And pls know this is mostly about those kinds of men. Ykw I’m talking about.
“Specimen number 2172570 was taken into custody at 22:00 hours on the first day of June, two thousand and seventeen.”
“Specimen 2172570; also known as “the temptress” or Evangeline R. Reed was born into the Black Widow program and recently rescued via extraction mission by: Natasha Romanov (The Black Widow) and Clint Barton (Hawkeye).”
Property of SHIELD
red lipstick, anger issues, mascara stains, hugs, film cameras, feathers, sex, spiders, motorcycles, rbf, drowning, ballet, perfect aim.
Clint Barton & Evangeline R. Reed head cannons - the temptress
I tamed it down compared to who evie really is but she is the most sexual character if that makes sense
she and natasha grew up together, escaped together, found by shield at different times though. once they escaped together, they knew that they couldn't ever see each other again or else the red room found one, they'd find the other.
natasha of course was picked up by shield and quickly became friends with clint barton. now in my universe, clint can have his kids i won't take that from him, but he is no longer with laura anymore.
this widow specifically has been abused for her overly beautiful looks ever since she was a kid. the red room staff memebrs were all over her. her graduation ceremony ended up having to happen a lot sooner than everyone else because her main goal is: seduce & destroy
she's never quite understood the whole 'sex for pleasure' because for her, it's always been a weapon.
she's highly trained in fighting and acrobatics. although she's not physically able to birth her own children, her biggest weakness are kids and love. she envies happy families and would do anything for her own, but unfortunately there isn't any way possible for her to have kids.
I think she’d be hyper sexual, which just basically means she constantly feels the need to have sex, or has sexual urges/thoughts/feelings.
Any time they argue, it always ends with sex. Although clint tells her that they don’t need to solve everything with sex.
i think she's so chic is the strangest way. she can live without blush, highlighter, foundation, but she won't leave the house without dark red lipstick, even though dark red isn't a summer color, she still pulls it off easily.
natasha and clint were the ones to find her and bring her into the shield family. it was really sweet her reaction to finding natasha.
okay it wasn't really sweet at all. so evangeline had created a mission of her own, kill the staff members that wrong her. she wore costumes, changes parts of her appearance and did what she does best: seduce & destroy. after she killed one of the people on her target list, she was about to extract all his money from a hotel room vault when nat and clint burst in the room. for a while, evie had no fucking clue who these people were, only that they were gonna blow her cover and get them all arrested. after a short fight, and natasha doing a lot of yelling, and then clint holding her down while explaining who they were, did evie finally give up. that's when it got sweet and there were a few tears, and then natasha explained that they were taking down the red room once and for all with clint's help.
of course taking down the place she was raised would push them to become close.
even though she's basically a natasha copy and paste, she's a lot more different than natasha. she has a lot of anger issues, like bad bad. the slightest look and she's in your face shouting russian cuss words and asking if you want to take it outside. like no babe, she just likes your top.
the song 'pretty when i cry' really sticks out a lot to me for her. i think sometimes her memories overwhelm her, especially after she gets really mad. she just feels super guilty. she's huge on irish goodbyes too, and will disappear to go cry and she will not be found. but mr. barton is very observant and follows her around.
i think the way clint gets to know evie is through natasha. they'll be flying a quinjet wherever, and natasha is bored out of her mind while clint just hammers on and on about 'what does she like to eat?' 'men's tears.' 'what about a favorite song, everyone has a favorite song?' 'there's this old russian lullaby, Колыбельная.' (song's on my Wattpad I can’t find the Spotify song). 'well what does she like in a guy?' nat just scoffs. 'she likes watching them take their last breath.' clint just shrugs. sounds just like her.
i think her favorite thing, kinda terrible, was when the men she was fucking wanted to capture it on film. she's collected a whole series of her murders captured on film. now of course, looking back, she's not really proud of herself but at the moment it filled her with pride, that she could kill someone and not even blink.
now, for her sexy times with clint, we're getting straight into it. it took them the shortest period of time to have sex. everything about evie just screams sex appeal. they didn't take forever getting into a relationship, it was mostly just to pass to time, and so they didn't have to go home to an empty house when the day's over.
for sex, i think she likes roleplay. wearing cute little outfits, acting like a different person kinda helps her escape who she sees herself as, and if she pretends to be a different person, maybe clint won't see all the bad in her like she does.
two of her biggest fears are spiders and drowning, there is no correlation or really any real reason as to why, she's just always hated spiders, and the thought of drowning, realizing she was about to die, seemed like her own personal hell.
she has a real rbf. i think people can even confused her 'relaxed' facial features for her being tired, but no she's just like that.
when clint first started hinting that he was interested in her, she probably punched him. 'how am i supposed to know if you like me, when my whole life is about seduction?' it was probably hard for clint to even explain it to evie, cause of course she's gorgeous. of course she screams sex appeal, of course she's the hottest person he's ever seen, but there is so much more to her than just sex.
Of course he had to teach that to her
during mission's, they form a little trio when they're all available, evie, clint, and nat. aww wait they're all adorable together. of course, the first thing that evie had asked when natasha found her was 'where's yelena?' but with a glare from nat to clint, she knew not to bring up her only other friend in the world ever again.
unfortunately nat dying was the worst day of everyone's lives. evie had gone off with a different group, although she didn't want to, she knew she was needed elsewhere and that clint and nat would be fine on their own. when clint came back alone evie probably didn't talk to clint for weeks. every time he tried to call or text she'd ignore him. small spiral, but then she got a text from yelena to meet up and it was just clint tricking her.
i think the both of them cried a lot during that night, finally embracing it, evie apologized a lot probably for running away from him like that.
evie and clint sit in silence a lot, and she's definitely learned sign language for him. i think it can also help a lot on missions where they find themselves needing to be quiet, so they can communicate without speaking. i genuinely think sign language needs to be taught in schools everywhere but that's just my opinion.
natasha and evie both grew up needing perfect aim to succeed, so she and clint always have little feuds on who has the better aim.
i can also imagine nerf wars between them for some reason. april first is probably the worst day to be near them cause all they do is attack each other with harmless darts or surprise attacks. but they do take it very seriously.
although evie can't have kids of her own, clint had three and that's enough for her. she never tried to be a mother for them, and always tells them she's not their mother, but she's here for them anyway.
i don't think the kids would really understand her very well, but if one of the kids are being bullied, she is so going to talk to the little shit who's bothering them, the school, and the shit's parents to figure out what's wrong.
i think she's got a very good relationship with clint's daughter though. she does a lot to make sure she's comfortable in her own body, not feeling pressured by anyone, focusing on school and not boys.
i also think that sometimes she can be a little like yelena, fighting off the world through sarcasm and entertaining herself with her own thoughts. she's quick witted, kind of a smartass, and uses sarcasm as her main defense. her childhood self is brought out more because of clint.
i think the first time they ever hung out alone without there being a case or a world ending monster, magic man, or robot on the lose, they went to a park. they both are serious, but can let their childhood selves come out a lot.
i think their favorite position together is missionary. i think they play fight a lot too. she prefers being dominant and on top, but he hardly ever lets her win. he just wants to prove that he loves her more than she thinks he does.
their favorite thing to do together is sleep in or get take out and watch a movie with some wine or beer. he has three kids and hardly ever gets a day off, sleeping in is like christmas but he doesn't have to wake up early. and getting take out is just so simple. it helps evie remind herself that this is real, she is safe.
i think clint makes her feel safe too. her whole life she's been using her body as a weapon, and now she doesn't have to anymore is so strange to her. rewiring her brain to think different was hard.
Aside from clint & nat, she doesn’t really get along with anyone else. Maybe possibly Bruce and Tony cause she likes tag teaming with nat to make Bruce nervous, and Tony’s sarcasm makes her day bright up
Clint hates how well evie and Tony get along. Tony’s always teasing him about it too
James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes & Marylin M. Ford head cannons - the enchantress
Ok so there’s not a lot of nsfw stuff, but there is talk of tons of trauma (on both ends) and then an ed on Mary’s side
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first thing's first, these are my absolute babies. they were my first ever created couple, and i've actually had the enchantress characterized two years ago when i watched all the star wars and marvel movies for the first time and I've always adored the dc movie suicide squad (huge Harley Quin lover sorry)
no, technically i do not own the 'enchantress' character, and yes, she's technically dc's character, however the character marilyn is mine and the aesthetics are all the same, the ideas are all the same, but i've tweaked her a bit to better fit into the marvel universe.
now, first thing's first, they were both hydra soldiers.
in the 1940's, she and her father (who was an archeologist) brought her along to an excavation site where she disappeared at night along a trail and wasn't found until morning. this was because she decided to take matters into her own hands and try and find the curse of the enchantress, only to release her accidentally and become her.
as soon as hydra found out about her powers and the literal god that was finding home inside mary's body, she was taken. hydra did a lot to try and pull the enchantress out, such as torture mary, but the enchantress and mary are like basically one now. anyway, i don't want to get too into her past i don't wanna ruin my own day with my own story.
i think mary lives in wakanda. it's so safe for her, it's warm (we'll get to that in a second), the people are kind, it's pretty, she gets to learn from them. so i think she meets bucky in wakanda. at first he's probably confused like 'woah i didn't think you're supposed to be here', but the two of them go through a kind of "group therapy" together and they bonded a lot.
i think she always has this very innocent look to her, but as soon as the enchantress' personality comes out, she's stone cold.
now the enchantress (my ideas) are very complex. in my world, the enchantress strives off of chaos, fear, thing's like that. in wakanda, it's warm and the enchantress goes into a sort of hibernation when she get's too warm. she can be pulled out, but only when mary wants her too, and since mary hates her, she hardly ever gets pulled out.
i think mary's a really cold (temperature) person, probably hardly ever remembers to feed herself. i think once she was freed, she started to learn more about herself and how the enchantress words. to me, the enchantress needs it to be cold to be at full potential, and the host needs to be well nourished, and i think that once mary figures that out, she stops eating and drinking properly.
bucky does not like that at all, and the both of them will sit by the fire together eating and she's not allowed to leave until she's done.
i also think that during the colder months, she takes a shit ton of hot showers. her body doesn't like it (enchantress) and she gets a lot of heat rashes.
okay, enough ruining my day here's the good stuff. well i can't even say here's the good stuff. basically, mary fears herself. hydra conditioned her to kill or be killed, and i'd also like to (unfortunately) think that the enchantress can't die by the hands of hydra, she needs something more powerful to kill her) meaning that all the times mary refused to comply, she would die and be brought back just to have to go through it again...
okay now seriously before i die.
she really enjoys ballet. i think she dances around a lot to keep herself warm cause she's always running cold. i also think she enjoys learning how to braid the women's (and men with longer hair) hair. it brings her a lot of peace and comfort.
she has headaches a lot from constantly being cold and then hot and then cold again (and tense), and her body has to try and regulate her body temperature swinging back and forth between hot and cold. i think bright lights also hurt her eyes (the enchantress loves a cold, dark, and dreary place). i think she wears blue light glasses when she leaves wakanda and visits the real world. sunglasses are also covering her eyes all the time. i think shuri likes to help create stuff just for her.
i think their love is really quiet. i think it's almost unnoticeable, and definitely friendly, but steve notices, shuri notices. they don't notice obviously. they always try and blame it that their bond from hydra is what makes it look like they're too close, when really they just 'understand each other' and duh they do, but they have a lot more than their willing to realize.
i also think they probably aren't together officially even during the thunderbolts* era yet. i know, it's taking years for them to be official but i mean.. two hydra agents who are afraid of their own shadow(literally)? yeah i don't know what i was thinking pairing them together.
when they do finally get together, they're like deers learning how to walk, exploring the earth for the first time. neither of them ever had the chance to actually live life, or have an ounce of freedom, even living in wakanda had restrictions. but now that they're both no longer seen as threats, i think they find peace.
i think she wears a veil, at least when she lived in wakanda. for her, it was like a way to hide her shame. she's killed a lot of people, tore down businesses, economies, cities. of course shield was able to pick her up before she took over the world.
i think she whispers to herself a lot, like scarily a lot. she's not the best at opening up to people, she mostly relies on herself to get through the day, so her conversations with herself happen a lot. i think she also just whispers when she talks, or has a very quiet voice, possibly very dreamy like snow white or aurora.
the only power she possess while not in her enchantress form is shadow work and heightened intelligence. the heightened intelligence came from training with hydra and her mad archeologist/scientist father. now the shadow work gets tricky. enchantress lets her keep this 'gift' during her human form because she can get into dangerous situations, and still have the energy to keep enchantress from surfacing, so she needs a quick and easy way to get out.
This means arguing with bucky (or anyone) always ends up with her disappearing. she can also use her magic to 'swallow' up people into shadows and bring them to other places, but that takes a shit ton of energy that she hardly ever has (from not eating properly or taking care of herself)
i also think health wise, huge fainter. enchantress is trying to keep her alive, but mary is almost trying to end her life (basically) and the best way to get better is to sleep.
okay, but back to the shadow work. lots of disappearing, all she has to do is walk into a corner and she can disappear to wherever she wants, as long as there's a shadow there.
now as enchantress, her powers are telekinesis, and telepathy. it's good for battle cause she can talk to bucky and they can literally communicate without even looking at each other. she can put her thoughts in his head, and she can hear what he's thinking.
I think she enjoys anything that has to do with water; the ocean, pools, lakes, baths, showers, anything she can focus on than her own thoughts. i think her brain works pretty similar to eddie brock with venom, she can hear enchantress in her head. don't even mention hot tub near her though, that is like her perfect square (or circle) of heaven.
i also think she rarely smiles. while we can see bucky often having letting lose and having a good time, she's just not. well, it's not that she's not having a good time, she's just good at hiding the way she feels. i think she's also a huge starer. she likes staring off into space.
whenever enchantress comes out, she doesn't really know. like she can see it happen, but only subconsciously. there are two people living inside one person. i also think enchantress can appear without shifting into her true form, which often makes bucky confused.
for the longest time, he wasn't sure how to tell mary apart from the enchantress, but once he realized that mary whispers, enchantress speaks. mary lets others take the lead, enchantress is more dominant, then he starts to understand their differences a lot better.
i think the first time bucky ever saw enchantress' true form was when they were fighting thanos' monster army.
i think their first time together was also super old school, super slow, and the most vanilla thing ever. which is completely fine, i also don't think they do it much. they're not really understanding of the whole 'we modernized people have sex for fun' they both think of it like 'oh this is how kids are made' and----
the enchantress knows that mary isn't exactly the healthiest person alive, and she's also a lot older than people would think (hyrda and enchantress kept her young) but i think the goddess keeps her from getting pregnant too, so they don't have to buy condoms.
So they don't really rely on sex to keep their relationship together. it's so much more than physical for them. i also am mentally thinking that she doesn't get periods, but
her weaknesses are the moon cycles, herself, physical fighting, and loud abrupt noises or movements. the enchantress is a huge follower of the moon and her powers are full force. and the moon cycles will mess her up. full moons she has a lot more energy, wants to eat more, but the less you see the moon, the less energy she has. less patients and control over her emotions.
she's afraid of herself the same way bucky and bruce are. afraid of who they are on the inside, unsure of if they can control it, how the public will react to it. which i almost made her most compatible with bruce, but her connection with bucky is just an obvious choice. plus, bruce is kinda a lot more push-you-away then pull away like bucky is, and her poor little heart would break if someone was ever mean to her (not that bruce would do it on purpose obviously)
now the physical fighting is mostly her in her human form, same with with loud abrupt noises/movements. she gets really nervous when there's a fight coming, and she fears having to hurt people. so when the enchantress is like whispering in her head to switch, she will. she hates all kinds of confrontation too.
when iron man, captain america, hawkeye, the black widow, and the temptress literally knocked on her door when hydra released her, she thought she was gonna be murdered so there was a huge fight between them and the enchantress.
Originally, she was released after the whole captain america: tws takes place to locate Bucky and kill him for running off but the avengers found her first
I doubt he knows she was supposed to kill him
a lot of people think that two quiet people in a relationship won't work because they make each other more quiet, well mary and bucky are both very okay with that. they take each other's silence as peace. they've been fighting their whole young adult lives, and have been alive for much longer than an average person, five minutes of silence is like heaven.
There's a whole lot of dancing to 40s music. Music really calms the both of them and brings them back to their childhoods when everything was easier
I think their house together (if they ever man up and confess my gosh) would be super simple. Plain couch, no pictures on the walls, greys/black/white colors. Nothing too distracting or eye catching.
I think Mary's job outside of helping the avengers would be something simple and quiet where she didn't have to talk to a lot of people, or maybe just kids. Like an assistant teacher. But I think she's afraid of scaring them so maybe not.
definitely is an assistant to Mr. Congressman Bucky Barnes (whatever that's gonna mean for him)
anyway, that's all i have for now. my heart gets crushed by mary's character every single time i think about her. the temptress is next though and sigyn will be last.
